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Wait for me Wait for me to fall off you'll be standin' in the coffin' If anybody says they'll kill me they'll be sleep talkin' I could be asleep and walk a river water drip droppin' Filter on [?] gear like fuzzy filters on a Walkman Yeah, back-road classics since my debut track list Had that Tahoe smokin' since my Rollin' Stone hit Dirty boys, that is us On the game like ticks Best check, I am low, like a creek bank bitch All my horses in the front yard, hit the switch to turn the key on You might see a Bronco [?] made of [?] no lane to be on Leap frog, where to? Back forth, but me Off course, stuck though My choice and I don't Do drugs, like some two slugs Too slow, dry up Red carpet, old rug And I'm a white cow shit on the entrance No bonfire for these celebs they might melt Like plastic at a close distance If you got a Bic pen with no interest You're pretty much a photo op like some Polaroid picture Letras de cancionesI stay literature, when I split the word To get the curb Whylin' up to system to help get me heard So sit and learn, this language arts has hit the burbs I'm the shit in the studio don't slip on turds We ain't gonna click if your rhythm ain't with the curve I'm possum dodgin' smoking pot [?] pothole swerve Ay, fuck it I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm crusin' (Nope) Hellcat ain't no thing my dust and boost gon' lose 'em Driver skill be somethin' at your movie stupid So many lanes Bo and Luke couldn't even do it All these country stars be actin' like some groupies Instagramin' out here like they're divas tryna get some smooches Yuck, you ain't no Hank Williams Sr. 'cause you're suited Dreams hollow 'cause you ain't seein' 'em lucid Shot through the heart and the arrow not from Cupid Music City leave you deaf like you've been jammin' to Q-Tips Blue notes, blue music, but where the blue print? All I'm seein' in a CMT 2 skit Luke Combs' eyes so close one punch look like two fists Morgan Wallen rattatiou you proof ridin' in that V6 Ay Ay, fuck it I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm crusin' (Hell Naw) Hellcat ain't no thing my dust and boost gon' lose 'em Driver skill be somethin' at your movie stupid So many lanes Bo and Luke couldn't even do it Ay, fuck it I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm crusin' (Nope) Hellcat ain't no thing my dust and boost gon' lose 'em Driver skill be somethin' at your movie stupid So many lanes Bo and Luke couldn't even do it KallaniOnDaBeat motherfucker From Letras Mania